Hi, Penny! If you're still accepting drabble requests, I'd like to sugest a soulmate AU where everything a person writes on their skin shows up on their soulmates' too. Hoseok and Y/N are having a conversation (for the first time) and Yoongi is just sitting back and watching it happen. ...Until eventually, he picks up a pen and adds in a comment, startling both his soulmates.
Thank you! <3
Oooh! Interesting
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At first, Yoongi thought that he had something crawling on him and he freaked out a bit.
A lot.
But now he was fixated on his arm as words slowly appeared.
Yoongi was holding his breath as he read the hesitant greeting again and again, then he scrambled to get a pen, ignoring the tickling feeling as more words appeared.
He couldn’t ignore the fact that the next words were in different handwriting.
Two? He had two soulmates?
The two of them were having a hesitant conversation, mostly the first being a little cautious and the second being forthright.
It was cute.
Yoongi documented it with pictures on his phone, watching with amusement as they ran out of room on one arm. The quiet had to mean that they were trying to find the next best space to write.
Both of them must have decided to wash off their arms, the ink blurring and disappearing.
Yoongi glanced at the pen he’d grabbed and realized it was actually a permanent marker.
That was a bad idea.
He hurried to grab something that would wash off.
His soulmates were talking about pets now, both having a mutual love for dogs. Talking about the things they liked about dogs.
“Do you have a size preference? I don’t. I like them all,” The first one said.
“Probably smaller, but only because that’s what fits in my apartment,” the second replied, adding a cute little doodle.
Yoongi tugged the cap off of his pen and wrote as small as he could. “I have a small poodle, so I would say small, too.”
The first had been starting to write, but had halted.
The second wrote in big letters, “THERE’S 3 OF Us?!? O.0”
Yoongi shifted nervously, hoping they wouldn’t be too freaked out. “Um, yes, hi. Sorry, had to find a washable pen.”
“Hello,” The first wrote, then slowly added a, “:)”
“We’ve got to meet, right now,” The second wrote hastily. “I’ve got to meet you both.”
“Han River? 9 pm?” The first suggested.
Yoongi quickly wrote an ‘OK’ and then hesitated. “Yoongi, btw.”
“Yes! Hoseok! See you soon!”
“Y/n, I’ll be wearing a tan jacket w/red scarf.”
Yoongi hurried to get up and change, not wanting to miss meeting his two soulmates.
Would you mind doing a ot7 or Sope drabble where the reader planned a romantic date but something goes wrong so they stay home and cuddle instead.
“It’s raining,” you frowned the second the little drops were heard from the windowpane. All plans of having a picnic that day went down the drain and you found yourself sulking on the couch.
“Who cares Y/N,” Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly as he took a seat beside you.
“Yeah. I’m happy we get to have a day to ourselves whether that means going out or staying in,” Hoseok agreed, walking in the living room with blankets and pillows.
“But I had all these plans for a romantic date,” you pouted.
“Who said home dates weren’t romantic?” Yoongi chuckled, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Now come on, let’s help Hobi build a fort.”
It wasn’t exactly what you were hoping the day would end up as but since they were going out of their ways to make you feel better about your ruined plans, you sighed and got up to build the fort.
Once everything was set up including the snacks and laptop inside the fort, the three of you settled next to each other, wrapped in blankets as a movie was played.
“I still feel bad,” your voice whispered about five minutes into the movie.
“Babe,” Hoseok said, “don’t you like it better when it’s just the three of us? We don’t have to worry about onlookers or the bright, hot sun-”
“Cause we already have one right here.”
Hoseok laughed at Yoongi’s statement and your own giggles followed.
“What I’m saying is that sometimes it’s better just staying in.”
“Why aren’t you guys upset?” You asked, the crease of your eyebrows still there.
“As long as we’re together, who cares what we do.” As he said that, Yoongi wrapped his arms around you and Hoseok followed suit.
“Look at that, love, you had our kitten saying sweet things and you know he hates that,” the younger male teased, his cheek nuzzling against yours.
Summary: Yoongi is notorious for his grumpy and emotionless behavior as director of an upcoming company. Yet, it’s a mystery to everyone how manager Hoseok always seems to soften him up. The truth is that the two are actually engaged. Unknown to this fact, you happen to take an interest in Hoseok… and he does too.
Pairing: Sope x Fem!Reader
[ Part One ]
Word Count: 8K
A/N: Three squeezes was originally a birthday present (in May) for @kimseokmomjins but because she gives me puppy eyes all the time, I decided she deserves Christmas early. She started my most popular oneshot on this blog and I’ve been so dedicated to this au whenever I talk to her, so thank you so much bb Shay. You always give me the best inspiration in the world. I’ll try not to tease you how smol you anymore. I hope you like the thing you begged me to put in and I love you sm!! I’ll hold your hand forever~
Trigger warning: Smut everywhere, bisexual sope, threesome, unprotected sex, double penetration, lots of crying, profanity, polyamorous relationship, major angst, sexuality dysphoria, insecurities, and slight mention of mental breakdowns.
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June 1st. Cicadas and a large amount of heat that fizzled into rooms, AC blasting and fighting it out.
Two bodies intertwined, fingers locked with sweat pooling down both of your bodies. His fringe tickled your skin as you gazed at each other, cheeks warm and reddened with sparse breaths. His eyes were soft and clear, transparent even as if you could see into his soul. As if you knew exactly how he was feeling.
That moment was fleeting, yet connected the chord between the two of you that started out separated. But, that disconnect couldn't disappear forever. It was as if the wires snapped in half rather than being pulled apart.
"Good morning."
"Good morning, director."
You responded formally and bowed politely at the man as you ran into him in the hallway, your cheeks slightly pink as you looked down at the ground, set on avoiding looking at his face, and those eyes that always seemed to fluster you up.
"Follow me." He softly instructed, causing your head to snap up, caught off guard as you were only going to brew a hot drink. You quickly obeyed, your body tensing as he led you through the hallway and opened the door to his office, not that he needed to show you the way. By this point, you knew where his office was, having come there many times. It was pretty much the same as every other time you had seen it, red curtains draped over the windows that overlooked the workroom, conveniently directly over your cubicle and his fiance’s.
The director moved towards his desk, taking a seat in his office chair and ushering you to sit down in front of him. He set his sights on his computer, rapidly typing away on the keyboard while your eyes roamed around his workspace in slight nervousness to occupy your mind with something else than being right in front of his intimidating aura.
You couldn't help but notice the small amount of iced coffee left in his cup which stood on top of a blue rectangular coaster. As you tried to peek further, the bottom of his drink apparently blurred the embroidery, condensation dripping down as the coaster soaked it up.
“Hoseok did it himself.”
Your mouth gaped open as you stared back at the director, trying to hide the fact that you were caught snooping at the things on his desk.
“That’s rather... Endearing.” You muttered shyly, cursing yourself for getting caught so easily by his sharp eyes.
“He taught himself because he wanted to make them for me…” Yoongi continued, removing his cup as he picked up the coaster to show to you. You noticed the slight errors of the stitches immediately, yet despite that, you smiled, understanding the sheer persistence and willpower he must have had into finishing it. You trailed your finger delicately over the pattern as if to feel each stroke of the needle, to comprehend just how he must've felt, his heart full and warm.
“You better get going. I didn't really need you for anything. Just wanted to look at you for a bit.” Yoongi spoke from his desk, turning his head back to his computer screen before giving you a small smile that sent a shiver down your spine.
You stood up, brushing your office skirt as you sluggishly walked over to the door, giving a small bow and shutting the door closed. The walk back to your cubicle was rather short, but you couldn’t ignore the slight murmuring around you that made you want to bury your head and run away as you headed out of his office. With your head down, once again, the only thing you could do was stare at your shoes with each step you took back.
It really didn’t take long for the people in the office to speculate about your relationship. After all, with Hoseok always so affectionate, even mistakenly kissing you in public on several occasions, the office was restless.
“Why did Hoseok kiss her if he’s already engaged to the director?”
“Do you think he’s chea-”
“No way… It had to be an accident… I think.”
“Does the director know?”
"Good morning, angel!" Hoseok chirped as you passed by his cubicle, hand extended with an iced cold coffee. His hand was soaked with the condensation, making you wonder if he had waited all this time to give it to you.
"Thank you." You replied, taking the cup gratefully as you took a refreshing sip. Hoseok just nodded, pulling out several files from his drawer as he began his workday.
The entire office fell into a trance, the sound of keyboards filling the empty space as everyone worked for hours, only small conversations carried in whispers and the occasional break for more coffee. You stared at your computer screen for hours, hacking away at the piles of paperwork that slowly dwindled down as time progressed. Even when the twelve o’clock bell struck and everyone stood up, stretching and cracking their back, ready for lunch, you stayed, looking back and forth between your notes and the screen.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” A voice interrupted your line of thought as you looked up, only to find Hoseok staring at you, his bag over his shoulder.
“I’ll be okay. I had a big breakfast.” You quickly persuaded, returning back to the documents, retracing back to your previous thought. Hoseok frowned, his lips pouting as he gave a slow nod, backing away with hesitancy but entering the elevator to descend down to the cafeteria.
For some strange reason, almost ten minutes later, you found yourself distracted, unable to find the right words for the report. You sighed, blaming it on the slight tension that was slowly growing in your relationship as you grabbed at your hair. You slowly stood up from your desk, dragging your feet over to the lounge and pouring your third coffee that day. Returning back to your desk with a bit more energy than before, you noticed the curtain open in Yoongi’s office, a clear view of his side profile as his eyes concentrated on his computer screen.
A warm smile found its way onto your lips as you drank from your cup, staring at the hardworking director who was completely oblivious to your stares. You couldn’t rip your eyes away from him, adoring the way his nose scrunched up in annoyance, obvious that he was cursing at the screen, probably ready to call Hoseok from his break and drag him in himself.
You took a seat back into the stiff office chair, your arms reaching up to the ceiling as you stretched and returned back to hours of typing and paperwork. Hoseok returned shortly later, taking his seat quietly and immediately working as well. You had expected for him to drop his bag down like he did every day and waltz off to see his fiance, but he remained in his seat, eyes probably glued onto his computer. But, you couldn’t tell, his cubicle directly across from yours.
Hour after hour, you worked, only occasionally stretching your back and knuckles. It wasn’t until the sunset grabbed your attention from the corner of your eye, pink and warm tones slowly overtaking the office walls that filled it with color.
You turned to gaze out the window, chin propped up as your eyes adored the pale pink clouds that were slowly descending from the horizon. If only you could feel that ease right now, floating away and free.
"...angel."
You turned around only to find Hoseok and Yoongi standing next to each other by your desk and you noticed how their jackets were zipped up as well as their bags, which were tightly strapped onto their shoulder. It was obvious they were planning to head out for the day, their shifts finally over.
"You're so cute," Hoseok cooed, cupping your cheeks together. "You didn't even hear me say your name and only responded when I called you angel. So so so cute."
You bit back the whine that would've escaped your lips, a few of the straggling workers watching the scene unfold. Instead, you gave a shy nod, blush evident in your cheeks, enough to satisfy Hoseok.
"Umm, so…we- ….would- actually-" Hoseok started, stumbling on his wording of what he wanted to say. You sat there at your desk looking at him as he looked at Yoongi awkwardly for help, the older gladly chiming in.
"We need to take care of some things together," Yoongi said rather bluntly. "We're going on a date, me and Hoseok."
"But-but don't worry, okay? We won’t leave you out next time!" Hoseok reassured, face filled with worried as if trying to read your feelings. "So head on home early, okay angel?"
Hoseok gave you one of his signature bright smiles and although you felt like you should've been reassured, it was everything but that.
You gave them both a shy nod again, the two of them turning away and heading toward the set of elevators. As you watched them, you grew upset, brows furrowing and face growing hot, envious even. Their hands slowly touched from where they fell from their sides, fingers slowly creeping towards each other as they finally intertwined. When you heard the elevator ring, you watched how Hoseok strung Yoongi in, their hands still connected together with warm cheeks and affection in their eyes that you couldn’t recognize.
Was it wrong of you to want the same kind of relationship they had? Who were you to think you were on the same level as them in their relationship? How would people convince you that you're overthinking it when their actions were so drastically different when you're added to the equation? How could you possibly try to fit without compromising their love for each other?
You slouched further into your chair, hand over your face as you stayed in the office for the rest of the day, even when the whole office left. Maybe it was because you were stubborn, wanting to defy Hoseok's wishes or maybe it was because you wanted a distraction, an escape from reality so you could lie to yourself for a bit longer. You were fine. You were just fine...
The eighth cup of coffee went down your system, numbing your body. Could you even feel the caffeine anymore? You diligently worked for a few more hours but decided once your eyes started to strain that being locked in was foolish despite how you felt. By 3 am, you packed up your things, shutting the light off in your cubicle and heading down the elevators.
A date, huh?
You couldn't help but wonder as you descended down each floor, your mind drifting back to the pair. A date… Have you ever gone on a date with either of them?
Reaching the exit of the double doors, you stepped outside, the street lights illuminating the dark night as you began your trip home. You walked on the sidewalk at a slow pace, dragging your feet as you stared at the dirty ground.
Regret started pooling up in your stomach as you put the pieces together in your mind even though you didn’t want to: did you truly know anything about them?
Even after several months of staying together, how come you couldn't recall a personal detail about their life before you? Before they met. Did you really ride out the honeymoon phase without knowing anything? You knew where they came from, but their dynamic outside of your relationship with them was shrouded in unknowns.
You groaned shaking your head. Why did you try to tell yourself that you could make this relationship work? How were you ever going to fit into an already established relationship?
It was then that a droplet landed on your face as you stared up at the sky, cloudy and pitch black as the rain slowly descended down on the city.
Of course, it just had to rain when you finally stepped outside.
You continued to walk through it, unaware that your own tears were spilling just like the rain that poured over your figure. The people that were outside scurried to find cover and protection, quickly running into buildings and shops. You joined a few passersby as you huddled for cover and warmth.
I wonder if the two of them are huddled together inside a store, watching the rain fall, safe and warm just with each other.
Pulling out your phone, it had been ten minutes since the downpour of rain, you grunted unhappily, quickly purchasing an umbrella from the convenience store and making a run for it. You didn’t understand how you didn’t trip at this point with one-inch heels, but you also weren’t complaining. The rain still got on your legs and shoulders, the puddles splattering your shoes, hair slowly getting wet at the tips. You continued to huff, your fingertips wet as your tired body supporting itself up on the railing of your apartment.
“Fuck-” You gasped, shaking the droplets off your umbrella as you stepped inside your home, wishing one of the men were here to throw you a towel and dry you down like they did after a long bath together, whispering how much they loved you and how they cared-
“Why…” You sniffed, unable to hide and blame the rain for your tears. Throwing the umbrella onto the ground near the door of your cold and dead home, you balled yourself up, sniffling and burying your head into your filthy and grimy body. “Why… Why do they act like they care so much? It hurts… My- chest...”
Why did you continue to bury yourself and sulk?
“I know. You don't have to tell me.”
Why do you assume things so easily?
“Because that’s who I am.”
Be more confident in yourself.
“I can’t… because…" you scoffed sadly. "Look where that got me.”
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“Are you sure?” Hoseok asked, skeptically looking at the silver band with examining eyes.
“I am very sure Hoseok.” Yoongi insisted, placing it back onto the glass counter in front of the jeweler.
“I think it’s a bit too small.” Hoseok refuted, crossing his arms as Yoongi only sighed.
“Fine, how about we just get three sizes just in case?” Yoongi suggested, only for Hoseok to shake his head, continuing to think. Yoongi just sighed. "Remember when the ring didn't even fit on my finger because you never consulted me first?"
"I told you that's not how proposals worked! I can’t just measure your finger out of the blue." Hoseok whined which was met with a small chuckle from Yoongi. But then, a lightbulb went off in Hoseok’s head as he did an 'aha'.
“Which one do we show out first?”
“Babe…” Yoongi sighed.
“Right… Sorry.” Hoseok smiled sheepishly, only for a smile to form on Yoongi’s face as he handed over his card to the jeweler. Hoseok looked outside the shop, staring at the rain that poured down heavily over the city. There was a hopeful look on his face and as Yoongi caught the look from the corner of his eyes, he also noticed the bad weather, biting his lip.
“I bet she’s alright.”
“Yeah…”
The two men both seemed to look at the floor, knowing the tension that had slowly grown over the weeks. Yet, although they wanted to fix it, you seemed to avoid both of them, giving forced smiles and completely avoiding Yoongi at all costs. It was as if everything was back at the beginning, as if you only desperately clung onto Hoseok, insecurities building up in Yoongi as he only stood and watched.
You had been so kind to both of them; at first, they had expected you to take advantage of them. That’s what they experienced in the end when they first trusted people, their desire to silently split them up. But it was as if you were the one that was breaking off first, as they didn’t understand why. You were the only person who hadn’t used them, a huge relief and slowly rebuilding the bonds of their trust in others.
Yoongi shuddered as he leaned closer to Hoseok, the younger wrapping his arm around him as they walked back to their car, an umbrella covering their heads. When they shut the doors closed, they looked glumly at the sky, both remembering the memories of the past. What else was there to think about?
The world was crying along with them and even if they didn't show it, their insides were hiding it for all the see. Hoseok started the engine, looking at the older who only buried himself closer his legs, his eyes filled with worry.
Yoongi seemed to be the one tossed aside when they first wanted to trust others, the third often set their sights on Hoseok and hoping that he would leave the older. It had happened a few times and Yoongi expected it to happen again, to have his heart broken after spilling everything he had out for another person.
Hoseok would have a fit of extreme rage, Yoongi sobbing by himself as Hoseok threw the third out of their life, only to snuggle up to the older and comfort him.
Yoongi felt terrible, eyes red as Hoseok tried to hide his own tears, his head leaning on Yoongi’s shoulder as his body quivered. Despite everything Hoseok did for him, Yoongi could never cheer him up. It pained him inside, knowing his partner could never be comforted by him. How useless it made him feel to watch Hoseok cry and cry, struggling to breathe and his voice muffled, curses leaving his lips.
“Hoseok, let’s just go home,” Yoongi called, the trance over between the two of them as he nodded, driving off with the case in their bags.
“... It’s not home without her there either…” Hoseok murmured, only for Yoongi to sadly agree.
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“Angel… Where are you going...?”
You snapped your head up, bag thrown over your shoulder as you looked behind yourself, only to find Hoseok’s eyes drooping and smile gone from his face. He watched as you waited for the elevator, as you tried to escape away from them again.
“I’m going h-home, Hoseok… Why?” You asked, obvious guilt filling your voice.
“You always come home with us on Fridays though…” Hoseok whispered, voice trembling as most of the office had clocked out, giving the two of you more privacy. He took several confident steps towards you, tugging at your arm like a lost child begging for something. “Is something… wrong? Are you, avoiding me?... Why?”
“I-I…” You stammered, avoiding all eye contact as Hoseok seemed to press his body closer to yours. “I just thought I would give you two more time together… since… I’m always there.”
“Nonsense, y/n.” He chided, pulling you away from the set of elevators and into the director’s office, pushing the door open with his foot. “Min.”
The director’s head shot up, the use of his last name very rarely used by the other, only for times of importance.
“Watch her. I’m going back to get my stuff.”
Yoongi cocked his head to the side, staring at you as you lowered your head down in shame, Yoongi quickly realizing what had happened. He sighed, closing his laptop and throwing his bag over his shoulder as he walked over to you, patting the top of your head.
“He’s not angry at you. He’s just nervous.”
“He looks angry though…” You mumbled, turning away from him to which Yoongi locked his hand in yours.
“Trust me, he’s not. I’ve known him for years.” He insisted, pulling you along and meeting up with Hoseok by the elevators.
You were hit with deja vu as you followed the two men back to the car like you did the first time they invited you to their house, stringing you along and honestly, it looked like you were being dragged against your will. It made you giggle to yourself, earning a curious glance from Yoongi as he watched the corners of your lips pull up. His eyes softened, his heart beating faster before having to let you go, climbing into the passenger seat.
You loved watching them together in the front of the car, and unlike the first time you were with them, Hoseok was driving this time. It was so enjoyable to watch as each time the car stopped at a red light, the pair of lovers would fiddle their hands with each other, their eyes studying the other’s delicate features.
As the three of you walked into their home, you had expected them to fall onto the comfortable couches, but instead, they stood in the hallway, muttering under their breaths as you solely walked in by yourself.
“Hoseok? Yoongi?” You called out loudly, taking a seat on the soft cushions, only for the two men to take a seat beside you, their mouths taped shut, pure silence.
“Y-y/n…” Yoongi whispered from your left, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. You looked confusingly at them, the incredibly close proximity making you nervous, eyes darting around the room.
“Y/n,” Hoseok started, pulling something out from his pocket, your eyes widening as you harshly gasped. “We… the two of us decided we want… we want our relationship to be official with you. We don’t want to get married, we just… want to show you how much we love you.”
With each strike of the second hand of the clock that sat on the wall, Hoseok grew nervous, forcing his hands to not twitch and eyes to not leave your figure. Yoongi grabbed both of your hands, his eyes focused on you and lips mustering up a determined smile.
“I… I really… really… love you.”
“Wait… I-” Your voice wavered, their hearts breaking as their faces began to crumble, Hoseok’s hands shaking and barely holding onto his confidence. “No, I just- Wait… Wait!”
Hoseok halted backing out, looking at your tear-filled eyes and quickly rushing to you, your knees giving out and colliding with the wooden floors beneath you.
“W-what’s wrong? Angel, did we make you cry? I’m so sorry-” Hoseok blabbed out, brushing away your tears as you were pulled into his warm chest, his arms coming around to wrap you. Yoongi kneeled behind you, rubbing your back, the ring long forgotten and case on the floor.
“I just-” You choked harshly, struggling for air as they both rubbed your back. “I’m just overw-whelmed… That’s all…”
“We’re sorry, did we come off too forceful?” Yoongi murmured, only for you to shake your head.
“No, it’s not that. I just- I don’t… I don’t really know a lot about you two and- I mean, I know- I understand that you two wouldn’t have the same feelings for me like you have with each other, so I’m.... scared.”
….
Pure, deafening silence. That was all you were met with… Silence, a cold dead void of nothingness that suffocated the room, your head lowered, staring down at your wet tears on the ground.
It was until, Yoongi’s broken and cracked voice spoke, that you realized he was crying.
“W-why… why would you say that…?” He breathed out harshly, his voice shattering to pieces like his heart as tears angrily streamed from his eyes and down his chin. “Did- did our confessions of love- did we not mean anything to you?”
“No, it’s not like that!” You cried out, this time hugging the oldest as Hoseok watched sadly. “Of course you guys are important. I thought I was the problem… Whenever I see the intimate touches between the two of you and compared it to the pure awkwardness between the three of us, and since I don’t know much about you two when I really should, I couldn’t help myself for overthinking everything. I couldn’t help my gut telling me what I was seeing and believing was true…” You rambled on, desperately trying to sort out the situation, the thought of losing them when they were right in front of you, a painful feeling overcoming your mind.
“I’m sorry…” You whispered. “Can we- can we take it slow? L-let’s not rush things... I still don’t know much about the two of you. And I want to get better at this. All of what we are.” You smiled sadly, Yoongi giving a small nod and Hoseok forming a hug between the three of you.
“Yeah… let’s do that.” Yoongi murmured, standing up as you all took small steps down the hallway. Hoseok still had a glum look on his face, as the three of you walked to the bedroom, falling down on the bed with a large thump.
“Hoseok, are you alright?” You asked worriedly, unsure of how he truly felt. Maybe he wanted to end the relationship. Did you ever take his feelings into account? “What’s wrong?”
“I feel so happy… I want to cry, but-” Hoseok muttered, sniffling hard as slow tears poured down his face as he continued to gasp, wiping away his tears. “Yoongi… He always gets thrown away and pretends to act strong… He always does that and when he talks to me, he acts like everything’s normal and I’m just so, so, so happy- it’s finally... someone finally...”
“Y/n…” Hoseok placed his hand over his chest, eyes closing as more tears streamed down his face. “Thank you… You’re the angel we needed…”
“Hoseok… I’m not that amazing… Really…” You urged, patting his back as you watched Hoseok cry for the first time. There was a slight feeling of warmth as you watched him release all the emotions he had bottled up, a freedom that you seemed to understand.
As Hoseok stabilized his breathing, he smiled brightly, pulling the three of you down onto the bed again, laughing and returning to his vibrant personality.
“Okay, but why am I in the middle?" Yoongi grumbled, tugging at the blankets and complaining, wanting you to be in the middle.
“Me and y/n aren’t awkward. So, logic…!” Hoseok responded firmly, steadying the other in the middle. “You’re going to sleep here until we see improvements with you and y/n, yeah? No more awkwardness! Or else…”
“Or else…?”
“No coffee!” Hoseok shouted proudly.
“Unfair…” Yoongi grumbled, turning away from Hoseok only to be met with your doe eyes and sharp cuteness that hurt his heart, as he wanted to turn around again.
“Yoongi…” Hoseok warned, the older violently blushing, an obvious shade of red on his cheeks. “Don’t you dare think turning around from y/n.”
“Fuck…”
“Hehe, you’ll be saying that a lot later…” He smirked, earning a loud smack on his chest at an even furious Yoongi who buried his head into his pillow. You smiled softly, your nose and eyes no longer red, and instead, filled with the reassurance that everything would be okay. As long as you had these two men, you were going to be okay...
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Cold and freezing snow, the low temperature remedied by three warm bodies.
December 1st circled in a bold red marker.
"Hnnn."
Hoseok groaned, his eyes fluttering open as he sleepily squirmed in bed. His hair sprawled over his pillow and to his right lay Yoongi who quietly slept, his eyes closed and his eyelashes prominent.
As Hoseok peered down at his hands, Yoongi's hand lay softly on top of his, head tilted toward him. Hoseok couldn't contain the overflowing warmth in his heart, planting a kiss on top of the older's head. Yoongi groaned, rustling the blankets and turning the other way.
As Hoseok lay on the left side of the bed, his legs were intertwined in a mix with his lovers. Yoongi laid perfectly in the middle of the bed, his t-shirt covering the skin of his back. Hoseok hummed watching as you and Yoongi faced each other, breaths softly humming together.
Yet, unlike the innocence scene, Hoseok's hand crept towards the waistband of Yoongi's shorts. He gave a small squeeze of the older's soft skin causing him to stir and slowly awaken.
"Hm…?"
Yoongi slowly turned around, the blankets shuffling and stirring you for a moment, only for your breathing to relax again. With half-lidded eyes, Yoongi looked up to Hoseok before laying his head on the chest of the younger.
"Good morning, beautiful."
Hoseok sighed, his arms coming up to wrap the older in a warm embrace. Yoongi melted into his hold, cheeks slowly adorning a warm peach color as he softly closed his eyes.
"M..orning…"
Hoseok's hand once again traveled to Yoongi's shorts, this time laying at the center of his butt, causing the older to grumble in embarrassment.
"So pretty." Hoseok cooed, planting a kiss on his forehead. He laid more kisses over his skin, from the forehead to neck to pushing down the clothing off to reveal his shoulder.
"A-ah…" Yoongi whined, burying his head further into Hoseok's chest. A smirk slowly graced Hoseok’s lips as he forced intense eye contact with the older, foreheads touching, voice low.
“You’re hard already?”
“Nn, I’m not…” Yoongi whined, turning around, his back once again facing Hoseok. Before Yoongi could close his eyes and slowly drift back to sleep, a small yelped erupted from his lips. “Hoseok…!” He scolded, his face blazing as Hoseok’s erection pressed into his ass.
“Can I?” Hoseok whispered, his fingers at the tip of Yoongi’s waistband, ready to rip the fabric off.
“B-but…” Yoongi murmured shyly. “Y/n’s still sleeping and we… shouldn’t wake her up.”
Hoseok smiled, a kiss planted on the older’s neck. “Then you’ll have to be quiet for me, right?”
Yoongi’s eyes widened, his teeth grazing and biting his lips before he gave a small nod. He rose his hands in the air, undressing his light and thin t-shirt as Hoseok worked on his bottom, throwing the clothing to the floor.
Yoongi shuddered as he listened to Hoseok spit into his hand, rubbing the messy saliva between his fingers before moving towards his lover. A wide smile decorated Hoseok’s face as Yoongi writhed under his touch, Yoongi’s fingers fisting and clenching the crisp bed sheets. Hoseok retracted his hand once again, building up saliva and spitting it onto his palm, this time gliding it along his exposed length.
A tsk escaped Hoseok’s mouth as he leaned over the edge of the bed, slowly opening the nightstand drawer, his hand searching for the plastic bottle. When his fingers recognized the familiar cap, ignoring the boxes of condoms and other various items, he shut it, moving back to Yoongi.
“It wasn’t wet enough,” Hoseok commented, squeezing the bottle and glopping a very considerate amount onto his hand. Yoongi laid still, the cold morning air tickling his skin as he watched your sleeping expressions and the way your lips pout, oblivious to the two men’s shenanigans.
“Ah-!” Yoongi yelped, hands slapping over his mouth as he watched your expression carefully as if he might have woken you up. Meanwhile, Hoseok slowly pushed in, slow grunts leaving his lips.
“Keep quiet or else y/n might wake up… We don’t want that now do we?” He whispered playfully. “We don't want to ruin her beauty sleep now do we?”
“N-no we don’t,” Yoongi replied, slowly submerging every inch of Hoseok’s dick.
“I love this ass” Hoseok purred, grabbing onto the flesh and roughly pulling it, leaving red fingerprint marks. "So fucking good."
Hoseok started slow, dragging his cock in and out at a sluggish pace. It wasn't until Hoseok's thrusts began to pick up speed and intensity that Yoongi bit back several moans, his grip tightening on the sheets to steady himself. Each pump was slimy and wet, pushing through his tight walls which brought pleasure flowing through his body.
The slight sounds of skin slapping echoed in the room, yet soft enough to not be heard and disrupt your sleeping state. Squeezing his eyes shut, Hoseok's hand moved from the older's hips to his cock, pumping it several times with a snappy pace as he connected with each of his thrusts.
"Nnnh!... Ah-hh… Ahh…! Ahh! AH! H-Hos-seok!" Yoongi cried, sobbing loudly as the pleasure became too much. "C-cum… I'm-! AHH-"
"You better not fucking cum yet," Hoseok warned, ramming continuously into Yoongi's tight hole. He shuffled a bit, hoping to get a better angle and make his lover feel it even more. To destroy him with stimulation and pleasure.
"Hoseok! Please...please...! Can't-" Yoongi sobbed, eyes slowly tearing up from the stimulation.
"I said, don't." Hoseok voiced out sternly, a loud smack on Yoongi's lustrous ass ringing out.
Yoongi's eyes widened as you visibly stirred, the commotion having finally woken you up. You peaked an eye out, only to find Yoongi's face completely red and sweaty, the bed shaking with each thrust Hoseok delivered.
"Good morning, love." Hoseok cooed to you, a particularly hard thrust causing Yoongi to buckle and let out a loud moan.
"Ah…! D-dont loo-ok-" Yoongi cried in embarrassment, his body completely obedient to Hoseok's ministrations. When you slowly awoke from your dazed and confused state, you realized the scene that was playing out: Yoongi was taking it. Hard.
"Y/n, don't- Ah-h- Don't look…!" Yoongi repeated again, moans slipping through his lip as his head fell. "I-I- Ahh- Hoseok… Ple-ease- I c-can’t..."
"Cum."
On Hoseok's command, Yoongi panted out harshly and you flinched, feeling something land on your face, pajamas, and hand. You looked at your fingers, only to find white cum dripping down and falling onto the bedsheets.
"Such a messy baby." Hoseok purred, laying kisses on the older's back as he slowly slipped out, not having come.
"Nooo…" Yoongi whined, shaking his ass in desperation. "Don't slip out…please?"
"Fuck…" Hoseok gasped. "You're so hot." Hoseok lined up his cock against the older's wet entrance, slowly pushing in and laying there in bliss as Yoongi grunted, moving around to get comfortable.
"So warm…" Hoseok sighed.
"I feel so full…" Yoongi mewed, burying his face into the soft pillows.
You watched as the pair laid still for several minutes, Hoseok continuing his kisses on Yoongi as the latter calmed down from his high, eyes closed and breathing steadying. A slight arousal grew in you as you looked at the intimate pair, hopeful. Hoseok rubbed Yoongi's leg soothingly, whispering sweet nothings filled with praise, calming him down.
It wasn't until Yoongi brought his lips up to kiss you that you realized cum had also landed on your chin and cheeks, Yoongi's tongue lapping up his own fluid.
"Who told you that you could watch?" Yoongi complained and pouted, yet cheeks red. Even though he spoke in a low voice, he was clearly flustered, hair disheveled and all. Despite his words, his hands roamed down your body, sending shivers from his mere fingertips.
"I'm sorry…" you whispered almost inaudibly, catching Hoseok's smirk as he sat behind Yoongi, leaning his head on top of the older's shoulder. Your eyes drifted lower and lower, gazing at Yoongi's body until you blushed intensely. "Oh my go- are you still hard…? You ju- mmph"
Yoongi crashed his lips against yours, nails digging into each arm as he violently sucked your lips. While his lips had his way with you, his hand retracted away from your arms, reaching down to the waistband of your pajama pants and tugging on it.
When your lips parted, his eyes scanned your face, an obvious question lingering despite no words coming from his lips. You knew what he wanted and you whispered it out.
"Yes."
Yoongi immediately pulled down the cotton fabric to your knees, fingers pushing aside your softened panties that slowly grew wet as he pushed in a digit.
You muffled your voice into the crook of Yoongi's neck as he pumped in and out, only to add another digit and stretching your soft walls out. Yoongi smirked to himself, loving how you were already wet for him, for them.
"Yoongi… Ahhhnn-" you moaned, desperately hanging onto his shirt. There was something about the way Yoongi could move his fingers and tongue, smooth and skillful as if he mastered his motions. He could hit every right spot in your body if he really wanted to, but there was no fun in that. After all, he had shown you personally during a late and frustrating night at his office.
It was only a brief second yet Yoongi lifted you up, quickly throwing you onto your stomach as his left hand fondled your ass. His right-hand fingers slowly slipped out, wet and juices dripping onto his thigh.
Yoongi left a trail of kisses down your back, hands steady on your hips as he slowly lined himself up at your entrance. He teasingly rubbed against it, the wetness sticking and sliding with every movement of his body.
"Mmpf… ah…" you kneaded into the pillows, hips buckling as his strong hands supported them up.
"Fuckk…" Yoongi groaned, his breathing uneven as he fully submerged his length. Everything was warm and so filthy wet, a thrill of excitement trickled up his spine in anticipation. "H-hoseok, here."
You squirmed in his hold, Yoongi not moving as you tried it turn around and catch the scene between the two men, but to no avail. Yoongi had a tight grip, and despite his breathlessness, it remained unbudging and strong.
A bottle was thrown and securely landed in the younger's hands. He squeezed the plastic until a considerable amount of lube squirted out into his hand, the wet substance applied to his aching length.
"Hoseok…" Yoongi moaned, a slow rock of his hips providing pleasure and easing your impatience. "She's so tight still… It's like no matter how many times we made love to her, she's still the same."
Your face turned a slight tint of red, completely humiliated by his words. The worst part was his words held no lie. A grin graced the younger's lips as he tilted his head in cockiness.
"I already knew that though."
"Hmm?" Yoongi hummed, confused at his statement.
"I'm pretty sure I told you before." Hoseok started, his hand still spreading out the lube evenly. "Maybe we were too drunk.” He laughed but continued.
“But one day she came up to me, needy...so damn needy. She told me she wanted me to fuck her until she couldn’t stand up anymore.”
“She did what?”
You whined as you covered your head with your arms, burying your face into the pillow.
"Stop… Hoseok… Don't-"
“Aww, baby wants me to stop talking about it... Even though she was so dirty."
“Is that why she was bed-ridden?" Yoongi cut in, dick still inside of you as if it was nothing unusual. "I thought she got sick... That was the week the flu was floating around the office.”
"Hoseok!" You complained, however not getting far in your attempt to grab him as Yoongi teasingly gave a thrust. Caught off guard, your throat hitched, fingers tightly squeezing the pillow for leverage, ring digging into your skin.
"Yoongi, switch positions so you're on your back," Hoseok commanded. Yoongi obediently flipped you once again as you found yourself straddling his thighs. "Now, lay flat. Both of you."
Yoongi let his head fall down, hands gliding you once against onto his length as you let out a hoarse cry, the sudden intrusion creating a mild burn. His hands then moved to your back, pushing onto your skin as if orders to lay down on his stomach.
On the other hand, you found yourself laying your fingers on Yoongi face, delicately caressing his soft features as his eyes stared up at you. Yoongi broke into a gummy smile, grabbing hold of your hand and giving a delicate kiss on the back.
Hoseok meanwhile prepped himself for you, glopping on squirt after squirt of lube. So as you felt his length rub against your outside walls as Yoongi was already inside of you, you panicked.
"W-wait… What's happ-pening?" You asked, Yoongi absentmindedly rubbing his hand on your skin in soothing motions.
"Baby," Hoseok started, scooching up as he kissed the back of your head. "We want to feel you together. Can we…? Please?"
Yoongi interlocked his hands with yours, getting your attention as you looked at him, only to find his eyes gleaming with excitement. You hadn't noticed you had been lost in thought as Yoongi gave your hands three squeezes, rings touching.
"...Okay. Just... Be kind. Please?" you murmured, blushing and embarrassed. Yoongi's face glinted with happiness, attacking you with his signature gummy smile.
You leaned down, meeting Yoongi's plump lips in a soft kiss as Hoseok took that time to push in. It made you sputter and almost choke on your saliva as you ripped yourself away from Yoongi.
“A-ah… H-hose-eok…” You gasped, hands supporting your body as you tightly gripped onto Yoongi's shoulders. Yoongi groaned as Hoseok slid in with him, another gasp eliciting from your throat. You felt so full, barely able to take the two men with Hoseok laying on top of you, his chest to your back.
“And I used to think she was so innocent, but look at her.” Hoseok sneered, his dominant personality slowly emerging as he shifted away from his softer side and pushed in the limited space. Yoongi grunted, his body shaking as he pushed along. "But...She's taking us so well."
"Nnmn…" you moaned, Yoongi's lips meeting your own as they both began to move, stretching your walls out. Your voice was muffled by his insistence on kissing you, his tongue pushing into the cavern of your mouth as he explored it like many of the other times before.
A small and thin strand of saliva formed as you two separated lips, cheeks flushed and both completely out of breath. Yoongi brought his hands to your hips, holding you still as you began to squirm on top of him from both of their harsh thrusts. With each pump they did together, a searing heat burned each stroke, pleasure flooding your brain, fingers turning numb.
"Ahhh!" You cried, clawing at Yoongi's chest, hoping for any leverage that would ease the harsh burn from their thrusts. The stimulation was so much more than you thought it could ever be and the pain that was there initially completely evaporated into thin air as both men also visibly struggled from the pleasure.
"Babygirl, stay still." Hoseok purred, increasing the pace of his thrusts as well, pushing far ahead with his greater length.
"Fuck, Hoseok…" Yoongi grunted, feeling the younger rub against his dick. "Shit…ughh-"
"Yoongi… Hoseok…" you moaned out, moving your hips in unison to meet their thrusts. "Feels good…I like it...like you."
"Feels good?" Yoongi smirked, his pride swelling up and dominant persona appearing, very reminiscent of work as a director. Yoongi only continued to get rougher, overtaken by his need for release. "Fuck... I want to fill you up… Want to fuck you in every corner of my office. Lay you down on the table... I want to take you from the back as I shove you against the wall and have your legs spread on my desk."
You nodded like a deranged woman, completely lost from your senses as the animalistic part took over you. All you cared about was chasing your high and feeling good. And at that moment, you felt more than good.
"You want that?" Yoongi sneered. "You want me to just take you and fuck you whenever I want, don't you? You love it when I'm in charge of you. Isn't that right?"
"Yes! Yes!" You gushed, Yoongi's dick rubbing against your g-spot while Hoseok hit it at the center with each pump of his delicious cock.
"When you’re a good girl, I’ll give you whatever you want." Yoongi continued, his breathing erratic and thrusts losing their precision. “I love it when you look at me with your soft eyes, wanting more and more. You love it when we’re together-" Yoongi gasped suddenly, your body quivering around him. "Fuck! Shit! You're tighteni-"
You let out several loud moans, pussy tightening as you quickly came, legs and body shaking. Still experiencing the euphoric high, you incoherently mewled both of your partner's names, voice dripping in ecstasy. Hoseok shut his eyes in bliss as he was threatened by the squeeze you gave, almost pushed to the edge. On the other hand, Yoongi succumbed.
"Fuck!" Yoongi grit, unable to take the intense tightness and lack of space. He spilled inside of you, cum splattering against your walls and slowly dripping and leaking as he pulled out. Hoseok remained inside, having halted his motions for Yoongi to slip out, barely keeping his impatience in check.
Hoseok let out a small laugh at how quickly Yoongi came, aware of his bad stamina. On the other hand, that was his specialty.
"I know you just came, baby girl, but guess who hasn't yet?"
"H-hoseok…" you whispered embarrassingly, feeling the cum continue to slip out. "Give me a minute…"
"Baby, what if I can't…?" Hoseok whispered near your ear, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. What made things worse was Hoseok's touch, his fingertips sliding down your sides causing goosebumps.
He gave a teasing thrust, a cry slipping from your lips as your legs continued to shake.
"I said-" You gasped.
“Sorry~” Hoseok laughed, kissing the side of your temple as he sat on the bed, knees digging into the plush cushions. He let you rest, preferring to nibble at your skin, from your shoulder to your sensitive earlobe, yet remaining his hands all over you.
“Okay…” You whispered, mustering up the courage after a few minutes of rest. “I’m okay now… Just a bit tired.”
“Relax,” Hoseok spoke from behind, chin on your shoulder. “I’ll do all the work. Just stay still.”
You nodded, moving and laying on your back next to Yoongi as he continued to breathe heavily, hand covering his face. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, his lips puf-
“Argh-” Your breath hitched, concentration destroyed as Hoseok sunk back in with ease, a mild pace already set that no longer burned.
“I love you…” Hoseok whispered, leaning down and connecting your lips together as he pumped in and out of you, his hands searching for yours and linking together. He strongly squeezed the palm of your hand, grunting and biting your bottom lip as he finally chased his high. “Shit- Urgh…”
Warm spurts of cum spilled inside of you as Hoseok fell down next to you, cradling you into his strong arms, a warm smile on his face as he stared at you like the most precious person on Earth. He nudged his head together with yours, laughing like he always did, even if it was at nothing in particular.
The three of you laid in silence, heavy pants and breaths filling up the room. You groaned, legs feeling numb and powerless, unable to lift your body up.
“Y/n…” Yoongi mumbled from the other side as you realized you were in the middle of the bed, like the first time you had found yourself in bed with them.
“Yes?” You whispered under your breath, scared to look at either of them. But, you rose your head up to meet Yoongi’s gaze, his face soft and smile wide, giving him three squeezes on his palm.
“I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together with you, the three of us… Whenever I’m with you, I can’t help but smile inside.” Yoongi confessed softly.
A bright smile lit up on Hoseok's face as he enthusiastically nodded, cradling you from behind and rubbing his hand over your leg. They were so close to you, chests touching from the front and your back as Yoongi smiled sweetly, his eyes gleaming.
“Whenever I wake up, I realize it’s going to be another day with two people who I love so much." He murmured softly, a soft kiss planted on your lips. "You’re everything to me, y/n, to us.”
Summary: Yoongi is notorious for his grumpy and emotionless behavior as director of an upcoming company. Yet, it’s a mystery to everyone how manager Hoseok always seems to soften him up. The truth is that the two are actually engaged. Unknown to this fact, you happen to take an interest in Hoseok... and he does too.
Sope x reader, poly!au, Director!Yoongi x Manager!Hoseok x FemWorker!OC
Word Count: 8K
A/N: A very special birthday present for @kimseokmomjins !! She not only wanted this fic to be done but she gave me lots of inspiration and ideas for it! I teased her so much with it. I hope you love it~
There were only two voices in the surrounding air, two that vastly contrasted each other. Monotone and the other full of life and color. The door to the small apartment shut closed, the light early morning music playing out of the radio that sat on the kitchen counter. Hoseok took a seat onto the soft cushions of his papasan chair, sighing as he listened to the slight hum of the kettle that sat on the stove. He let his eyes close, relaxing to the swaying and soft music.
As Hoseok’s ears picked up the rattle and high squeak of the kettle, he stood up, stretching his arms up to the ceiling as he walked into the kitchen. He picked up the boiling kettle, flipping off the heat as he pulled up a teapot. His eyes flickered over the clock that struck every sound, joining with the radio.
Sometimes you can’t help who you fall in love with.
It was something he repeated and meant a lot to him. The metal can rattled as Hoseok poured tea leaves into a tea bag before sealing it up and placing it into the teapot. Within minutes, Hoseok had poured hot tea out from the sprout of the teapot, his hands coming out to grip both sides of the cup for a relaxing warmth.
By 7:40, Hoseok was out of the apartment. He was fully dressed, a white dress shirt decorated with vertical blue stripes and a pair of black dress pants matched with dress shoes. Hoseok preferred taking public transportation, enjoying the city despite being in it for a few years. As he stepped off the platform of the subway, he climbed up the dirty and greasy stairs, rounding the corner until he spotted his regular coffee shop.
“Two iced lattes please~” He sung, swiping his card as he was handed his freshly made drinks. He stuck two straws in before rushing out of the shop and down the street. As he opened the door to his office building, he smiled at the secretary before taking the elevator up to his floor.
“You’re late, Jung.” You scolded.
“Aww angel, can’t you let it go just this once? I got you some coffee!” He pouted, holding the delicious drink tauntingly in his grasp.
You looked at the tempting drink in hand reluctantly agreeing.
“Fine.”
He stretched his arms in triumph.
“You can’t resist coffee, angel~”
“Mmwhatever…” You spoke, sipping the cold and caffeinated drink. Hoseok placed his bag on his office chair before making his way over to the director’s office. Hoseok brought the back of his knuckle to the solid wood, knocking several times until he heard a grunt of approval. Hoseok cautiously opened the door, poking his head at first before letting out a big smile.
“Hi~”
He was responded back with the sound of the keys pressed rapidly by the man who worked diligently. Hoseok set the iced drink onto the table but gasped and pulled it away, walking over to the other side of the room. The man looked at Hoseok with confusion as his drink was just robbed of him. Hoseok bent down, squatting as he searched the bottom cabinets before sprinting back over to the director’s desk.
“I forgot a coaster~ Sorry about that!” He grinned, the coaster absorbing the condensation off the plastic. A light pink tint adored the director’s face as he desperately tried to focus on his computer screen.
“Thank you…” He whispered.
“Of course! No problem, Yoongi.” Hoseok smiled back, patting his lover’s head affectionately before giving him a small nudge on the cheek. Yoongi was taken aback as Hoseok pushed him further into his chair, bringing his own lips down to meet his. The two shared a passionate kiss as Hoseok maneuvered his head so Yoongi’s lips fit perfectly in. Hoseok’s hands wandered as his body leaned further into the chair, caressing the strands of hair at the back of Yoongi’s head.
Yoongi’s breath was labored as Hoseok pulled away, only to go back in, giving him no time to actually catch his breath. Hoseok sucked the bottom of Yoongi’s lip, seeking approval to go deeper. However, as he tried to push further in, he only received a slight push on his chest.
“H-hoseok, stop...We have a meeting soon.” Yoongi whined, separating their lips a few distances away.
Hoseok just hummed before colliding his lips back down. “Dun wanna~ You’re so cute like this. Who would’ve thought the grumpy director is just a shy boy?” He giggled.
“Hoseok… w-wait wait! Wait!-” Yoongi cried out, covering his mouth with both hands as Hoseok pushed and moved his hips. Hoseok observed the way Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks pink as he groaned. Hoseok’s happy and sunshine’s demeanor dropped as a smirk grew on his lips. He brought his hand down, running his hand over Yoongi’s clothed hard-on. Yoongi squirmed, whimpering as he pushed Hoseok’s hands away.
“I’m taking you right now,” Hoseok ordered stepping off the office chair as he started to undo his belt.
“W-what? Now? We… We can’t do it right now. We have no time.” Yoongi stammered, unable to keep eye contact as his lover amusingly stared down at him.
“What, do you not want me to pin you down on this desk and fuck you until this whole goddamn building hears you?”
“H-hoseok!” Yoongi shrieked, his face heating up. “You’re such a different person when it comes to this.” He muttered, fixing his hair and shirt.
Yoongi sent Hoseok an intimidating stare before he spun his chair around. “No, we don’t have time for your shenanigans, Hoseok.”
Hoseok crossed his arms, scowling as he begrudgingly refastened his belt.
“Fine, maybe later tonight then.”
Yoongi suppressed a blush, looking away.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get out of my office… Oh and thanks for the coffee.”
“Of course!” Hoseok beamed. “You know how much I hate that stuff.”
He’s going to kill me from embarrassment one day.
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“That took unexpectedly long, Mr. Jung.” You stood, arms folded as he entered his cubicle.
“Yeah, stuff like that happen sometimes, y/n. After all, I have very deep talks with the director.” He smiled, pulling out his cabinet drawer.
“Everyone knows you’re his favorite. I don’t know why since you show up late almost every day.” You joked, flipping through a packet of papers.
“Ouch, y/n. Don’t you know words hurt?” He jokingly cried, holding his hand on top of his heart as if he had been stabbed. “I am late every day. But I get coffee for you so... “
“Fair enough, I guess.” You shrugged.
Hoseok stood up again, shoving a bunch of papers in between his laptop. “I have to go to a meeting now. I’ll see you later.”
“Right. Bye, good luck and don’t get fired~” You nonchalantly waved, your eyes solely on the words in front of your screen. You watched as Hoseok walked down the hall until he was no longer in sight. As soon as he disappeared, you turned around, some of the other members of staff huddling around you. A bunch of voices spilled out all at once.
“Omg, y/n!”
“I’m so jealous, what the heck.
“Did you guys notice how he didn’t even deny it?”
“Jesus, did you see those veins on his neck and hands? Fuck me up-”
A loud clap echoed as you silenced the group, folding your hands on top of your lap. They all looked obediently at you, listening to you as if you were about to speak the prophecy.
“Now, everyone. Let’s go back to our work, okay? As much as I’d love to talk about his veins and neck, we have a report to finish.” You instructed. “Maybe afterward, then we can.” Some of the girls nodded in agreement, scurrying back to their desks.
“Like where can I get a Hoseok in my life? I swear, even his ass looks fine.” A female staffer mumbled and admitted without shame, her eyes shut as she was going through some painful realization in her life. You laughed from your desk, making big red circles with the marker in your hand. But, you looked up from your work, confessing.
“Okay, but can we talk about how director Min is the most irritable person ever who’s ridiculously rude for no reason and yet…!” You paused, taking the time to think. “And yet, Hoseok somehow gets along with him. Imagine that? The two most contrasting personalities ever and they get along. I don’t think I can believe that.”
“Maybe Hoseok just gets along with everyone and director Min doesn’t want to be rude to nice people?” Someone proposed.
You shrugged, some people nodding their head in agreement.
“Ahh, who cares anyway. Director Min is like that to everyone. Can we just talk about how cute Hoseok and y/n look together though?! They’re the angel couple I swear!” A girl squealed, her papers shaking in excitement. A hum of acknowledgment filled the room like a heat of embarrassment filled your face.
“Guys… It’s very flattering but…” You trailed off.
“Y/n, you better get some of that.”
You sighed. “Guys…Hoseok’s too nice to just use them like that...”
In the end, you couldn’t help but wonder how the meeting was going.
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Hoseok and Yoongi sat next to each other during the meeting, watching as the CEO had personally come to pay a visit to one of his branches. As the meeting continued, the two fiddled with each other’s hand under the table. Yoongi's right hand interlocked with Hoseok’s left hand and they both kept a poker face and stared at the monitor.
Yoongi squeezed Hoseok's hand three times, as his eyes stared dead straight. A small smile crawled on Hoseok's face as he also returned three squeezes back. Yoongi released his hand making the ‘ok' hand sign. Hoseok's eyes looked down under the table as he slipped a finger inside the circle.
Yoongi almost exposed himself, feeling the need to slap his lover for such a crude and inappropriate joke at the meeting table. Hoseok laughed silently, lifting his head back up as Yoongi began writing notes down next to him. The ending wasn’t as long as they had expected to be, and as they stood up, Hoseok gave Yoongi a big grin.
As the two of them left the meeting room, they walked back to Yoongi’s office. Yoongi played with Hoseok’s fingers as he let out a bright gummy smile. Hoseok ruffled the top of Yoongi’s head, quietly closing the door to his office.
“When are we getting our rings?” Yoongi asked, pulling out his chair before taking a seat. Hoseok wandered around the room, looking out the clear windows.
“Oh, I heard yours is taking a bit longer, but mine should be arriving today!” Hoseok chirped, his cheeks glowing pink. Yoongi hummed, opening his laptop back up.
“Don’t wear yours until I get mine.”
“W-what?” Hoseok stammered, turning around to face him.
“I said, don’t wear yours until I get mine. I don’t want people to see you have one and I don’t.” Yoongi repeated. Hoseok walked over to Yoongi, his hand coming up to grip his jaw.
“Would you get jealous if I did?” Hoseok questioned, turning Yoongi’s face until he stared straight at him.
“...No…” He muttered, his eyes darting to the side. “Ugh… this is why you should’ve consulted me first. It would’ve been so much easier to actually get the ring to fit.”
“That’s not how proposals work!” Hoseok whined, exaggerating his hands as he waved them up and down. Hoseok walked over to the closed curtains, pulling them back to reveal a line of cubicles in the main workroom with Hoseok’s cubicle the closest one to the window.
“I guess I’ll get going now.” Hoseok let go of the curtains as they covered back the main office.
“Mm.” Yoongi hummed back...
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You didn’t mean to intrude when you were simply walking down the hallway. But it couldn’t be helped as the meeting doors open and out came Hoseok with Yoongi to his right. Hoseok stood a bit taller than the director, but as you squinted and looked closer, you blinked in disbelief. The director had a smile on his face, his expression completely lit up like a star.
You watched for a few more seconds looking at how the director toyed around with Hoseok’s hands and laughed along with him until they were out of view. You gasped in shock and ran back to your cubicle, sitting down as if you had seen nothing. You had never seen the director with such a bright smile on his face.
Hoseok came back to his cubicle, giving you a bright smile before sitting down. The curtains to the director’s room were pulled back, revealing Yoongi’s diligent figure as he typed away on his computer. You couldn’t help but stare at Hoseok. He was truly gorgeous. It didn’t surprise you that everyone was infatuated with his bright personality. Maybe you did want him for yourself…
“Hey Hoseok, I got you some coffee.” You grinned as you handed him the iced mocha. He smiled, thanking you and taking a sip. The two of you conversed unknown to the gaze of Yoongi who watched the entire interaction. A smile graced his lips as he watched Hoseok’s smitten attitude with you. Without a doubt, he had a thing for you.
But, Yoongi couldn’t help the dark feeling that grew inside and the lurch of his stomach as he saw the two of you together. Hoseok would always stay loyal, but would he be happy with him? He looked no different from the way he had talked to him, a genuine smile on his face and his expression bright and bubbly.
It was nighttime when Yoongi packed his things and locked the door to his office. As he walked down the hallway to the elevators, he noticed a light illuminating in the dark office workroom. He curiously walked over, ready to turn off the light when he saw your sleeping figure.
Your eyes were shut closed and your breathing was smooth and even. Yoongi checked his watch again as he stared at the time. It was too late. What the heck were you even doing this late at night? Why didn’t you just go home?
He went through the stacks of papers that were on the desk, his eyes widening at the amount of work you had accomplished. He laid his briefcase on the ground as he dug through the stack to find important data summaries and charts. The papers ranged from analytics to future predictions, and important companies and contacts.
As he looked back at your sleeping figure, he couldn’t help the way his heart sped up. As he stared at you, he couldn't help the realization. Not only were you productive and hardworking, when were you this pretty? He swore he never felt this way towards someone, especially a woman before. This feeling was foreign, different and scared him so much.
Yoongi hastily took off his suit jacket, faltering when he was about to put it over your shivering figure.
Whatever, screw it!
Yoongi laid the jacket over you and walked to the staff room, waiting for the single-serve brewer to process the drink. In less than three minutes, a hot cup of coffee was made. Yoongi walked back to the office workroom, placing the cup far away from the pile of papers and away from your arms in fear you were definitely going to spill it everywhere.
He grabbed a marker, scribbling on a spare piece of paper and placing it under your hands. Sighing, he picked his briefcase up and walked over back to the elevator.
As he drove back to his shared apartment, his thoughts were mixed and clouded, uncertainty the main factor. No matter how much he tried to repress the memory of what he saw that afternoon, he couldn’t. Hoseok, notorious for despising coffee with all his soul, accepted your caffeinated drink without hesitation. If that wasn’t a clear sign he was completely infatuated, his entire life was a lie.
Yoongi had taken an interest in you, but nothing more, right? You were a worker of his and he was perfectly content with his relationship with Hoseok. Not that Hoseok wasn’t, but he wasn’t sure anymore. There were lots of self-doubts that he bottled up.
When you eventually did wake up 30 minutes later, you rubbed your eyes, your nose picking up the scent of coffee. You looked confusedly around you, pulling the jacket off your shoulder and in front of your eyes. This was not your suit jacket. You weren’t rich enough to own one of these. As you brought the jacket up to your nose, you could make up the scent of a familiar cologne. Wasn’t this the scent of Hoseok’s cologne?
As you stretched, a paper fell out from the desk and you picked it up. You brought it up to the light, squinting.
“Go home y/n. I don’t pay you for overtime...”
You blinked, trying to read the even smaller text below that.
“Also, I made you coffee.”
“What in the-”
Needless to say, this note was definitely written by director Min. You can identify his chicken-scratch any day. But as you dwelled on that fact, you felt your face heat up. Your boss had walked in on you sleeping, completely passed out on the desk and most likely drooling.
“Ugh, fuck my life!” You screamed into the empty office.
“Why’d he even make me coffee… Doesn’t he know it’s 2 am…”
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The air only grew thicker every time you met eyes with director Min through the window of his office. It was more awkward as you embarrassingly returned his suit jacket back to him. Before, you would’ve thought you could easily stand up to director Min, but you never expected that he had such a delicate soft side. The fact that he cared for your health and wellbeing gave you an indescribable warmth.
Your interactions with Hoseok were still the best parts of your day as you too chatted with each other. You were so lucky to sit right across from him. Yoongi was forced to watch the interactions that occurred each day, praying for his ring to hurry up and arrive so he can make a statement.
And that date came, his resized ring, which fit perfectly on his finger, came in. The silver metal was sleek with a small diamond embedded in the middle. It didn’t stick out, but at the same height with the rest of the ring. Hoseok had dropped his things when he returned back home and saw Yoongi with it on. He kissed the older until they broke into a giggling fit. Hoseok held onto his hand as they walked together to the wardrobe that stood in their bedroom.
Hoseok pulled out the box that held his ring and slipped it onto his finger as he sighed in bliss.
“It’s official.”
“It was official when we filled out the documents.” Yoongi deadpanned.
“I’m trying to be romantic here!” Hoseok rebutted, pouting.
A calm silence filled their entire home as they both looked at their rings together. It looked different when it was on their finger, more beautiful and meaningful.
“Hey, Hoseok…” Yoongi started, feeling the urge to talk about their relationship. “How do you feel about y/n, romantically?”
“W-what?” Hoseok questioned, taken aback. “Y-yoongi, what are you talking about…?”
“The way you look at y/n is very similar to how you look at me, so I want to know-” He turned his gaze to Hoseok. “Tell me how you feel about her, now.”
“Yoongi, I-I…” Hoseok took a few steps back. “Do you not trust me?” His voice quivered as he couldn’t look at up. “I haven’t done anything...A-and, I wouldn’t do anything to her…”
“Of course I believe you, Hoseok. You’re too nice to actually hurt me.” Yoongi replied calmly. He walked closer to his lover, wrapping his arms around him. “I’m sorry... I almost made you cry.” Hoseok embraced his lover as he tightly held onto him.
“I’m so sorry, Hoseok. I just-” Yoongi sighed as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “Y’know, I just... Whenever I thought too much about it, I got confused. I never thought I’d find a woman attractive and I previously knew about your past relationships with other women. But... I guess I was envious. You’re always so open about your sexuality that I couldn’t-”
“Yoongi, it’s alright. Take deep breaths and calm down.” Hoseok murmured, rocking his body back and forth. “You’re right, I should’ve made it more clear. I’m sorry too. I wish I could’ve helped you while you were struggling with it. I know how it feels to be lost and confused and I’m sorry I let you down.”
Yoongi sniffled and felt his eyes well up with tears. He kept sniffling as he broke down in Hoseok’s arms. Hoseok softly kissed the top of his head as he held onto him.
For the years Hoseok had known him, Yoongi was not a guy who cried often. In fact, Hoseok really has only seen Yoongi cry twice before this. Once when he had asked Yoongi out and twice when he proposed to Yoongi.
To see Yoongi be so vulnerable in front of him warmed his heart. This is what he felt love was. This is what having a solid and trusting relationship was. It was something Hoseok only dreamed of when he was younger and now he had just that with the man he loved with his entire being.
The night ended with the two of them in their bed, rings adorned on their fingers as Hoseok made love to him. It was sweet, soft, and romantic that Yoongi couldn’t help the tears that streamed down his face as he stared back up as Hoseok. His life, being a constant mess of work and stress, was always made better with Hoseok. Stress that accumulated as the director of an upcoming company went away as he lost himself. With Hoseok, he didn’t need to think about any of that. He was more than happy to give him what he wanted. With him, Yoongi drowned all his worries away.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The pair fell asleep giving three squeezes with their hands locked together.
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The next day caused a huge uproar in the office. As Hoseok walked in, smiling and waving ‘hellos’ to everyone, they all immediately noticed his ring. A crowd formed around him all asking him hundreds of questions. Hoseok eyes widened as he blinked and smiled innocently at all the people. You gawked at the beautiful ring on his finger. Now you felt a bit bad that you were blatantly flirting with him when he already had someone.
When the elevator door open and up came Yoongi, it caused even a bigger uproar. He gave a small wave and everyone screamed as they pointed at the same ring on his finger.
“Oh my God!”
“A-are you guys m-married?!”
“AHHHHHHHHH!”
“WHAT THE HECK I DIDN’T THINK-”
“Uh… Good morning to you all too. Now get to work.” Yoongi responded calmly, walking off. As he slipped into his office room, a smirk graced his lips in triumph.
Now everyone knows the truth.
“Congratulations, Hoseok.” You whispered as he made his way to his desk. He gave you a happy smile, a blush adorning his cheeks.
“Thanks!” He beamed, opening his folder of papers. “Oh, y/n, after work, my fianc- I mean, um… Director Min says he needs to speak with you.” He blushed, pretending as if nothing had happened.
“Y-yeah, okay.” You replied.
Oh no... nononono. Did director Min know I was trying to flirt with his fiancé? But, then again he never worn or said anything about it… Ah, I’m doomed. I’m done for! I’m going to get fired 10 hours from now, I just know it.
Even though you busied yourself in papers and work, the time just flew by. It was already 6 pm and as you knocked on the door, Yoongi’s muffled voice came through. You entered the spacious office only to be met with Yoongi’s expressionless face as he stared at his computer screen.
“Take a seat.”
You pulled one of the chairs that stood in front of his desk as you nervously folded your hands on your lap. The door creaked open as you turned your head around, you were met with the happy smile of Hoseok. He waved as he walked over to his fiancé. Yoongi cleared his throat as Hoseok leaned on his desk.
“So y/n, there was something we wanted to discuss with you.”
You nodded obediently, hoping for anything to break the awkward air. Yoongi continued,
“As you know, Hoseok and I are engaged. And… Well to put bluntly, we both took a particular liking in you. You’re hardworking and extremely diligent and from what I’ve seen, you look like someone who’s loyal.” You lowered your head, unsure whether you were hearing this right.
“Y/n, we were wondering if you would be interested in a… polyamorous relationship with us... We… we may not have the strongest bond together, but we are willing to build one up with you…” Yoongi desperately scanned your face, looking for any sort of expression or confirmation, or anything.
“Um…” You nervously started, clearing your throat. “Well… I do… have a particular liking in both of you, of course, but… I’m… I’m not sure…”
“Of course! We get that!” Hoseok chirped. “We’re not sure how these things work either, but we want to do it with you. After all, you do like us, right?”
“Yes!” You replied with sudden enthusiasm. “Oh… I’m sorry… Um, yes I like both of you. But isn’t that… bad? Shouldn’t I only like one person?”
“Nonsense, y/n.” Hoseok cooed, walking over to cup your face in his hands. “You can’t help who you fall in love with. If you know the difference between love and lust, then that’s all that matters…”
“B-but, what does it mean to be in love?” You whispered.
“How about we find out together?” Hoseok whispered back, wiping away the tear that rolled down your cheek.
You followed Hoseok and Yoongi out of the office as the three of you rode the elevator together. The silent of the night was the only thing that roared in your ears. Even the sound of the engine of Yoongi’s car did not overpower the sound of the night. You watched each time the car would stop at a red light, the pair of lovers would fiddle their hands with each other as if their eyes were to only study their delicate features.
A part of you questioned why you were following them, knowing eventually how the night was going to end, yet, you wanted to be a piece of that love, no matter how small or insignificant. Yoongi held onto your hand, as you climbed the stairs together. His skin was cold and pale, yet he had held you so warmly and lovingly. You could understand why Hoseok was completely in love with him. He pushed the door open to the bedroom as you sat on the fluffy cushions. You brought your legs to your chest as you sat on the pillows, your eyes staring at the entrance of the room.
Yoongi approached you, staring into your eyes. You gulped, the sound echoing in your ears as you tried to stare him down. He smirked at your game, before softly kissing your lips. You smacked your hand over your mouth, face burning up. When you looked up, Hoseok was casually leaning on the wall of the door entrance, smirking at the two of you.
“Did you guys start without me?” He teased, walking over to the bed.
“Are we really doing this?” You asked embarrassingly as both men approached you on the bed.
“Yes.” They both replied in unison. “We both talked about it and decided we’re okay with it,” Yoongi added.
“Unless you don’t-”
“I do!” You cut Yoongi off.
Yoongi nodded, leaning down to kiss you again. But, instead, he roughly kissed your lips, biting your bottom lip.
As the two of you exchanged heated kisses, Hoseok worked on undoing the pants of his fiancé. Hoseok slapped Yoongi’s clothed ass as he flinched a bit. He parted lips from you as he turned to face Hoseok.
“What the heck was that?” He questioned accusingly.
“Don’t jut your ass like that then.” Hoseok looked at him darkly as Yoongi felt a shiver down his spine and obediently backed down.
You watched as Hoseok’s arms wrapped around from Yoongi's back and up to the front of his pants. They shared a kiss as Yoongi tilted his head back to perfectly fit Hoseok’s lips. As they roughly embraced each other, Hoseok’s veiny hands fumbled with the clasp of the belt as he desperately tried to undo it. Yoongi’s hands came down, guiding him and pulling the belt out from his hands.
With the belt thrown onto the floor, Hoseok slid down Yoongi’s pants as he broke off the kiss, panting and eyes fluttering open. He directed his attention back to you as Yoongi crawled over the sheets to bring his lips back to yours. Hoseok pulled the pants off Yoongi’s feet, palming the bare skin of his ass.
You moaned as Yoongi shared kisses with you, his hands resting on your thighs. Hoseok watched as he pulled the nightstand drawer open and squeezed lubricant over his fingers. Yoongi gently pulled on your ruffled shirt, urging you to take it off. His hands slipped under your shirt, unclasping the back of your bra as he dove his tongue into your mouth. You whimpered but lifted your arms enough so Yoongi could slip your top clothing off. It joined all of the other discarded clothes on the ground.
The passionate kiss was cut off as Yoongi yelped and pulled back from you. You cracked your eyes opened, only to see Yoongi whining and arching his back. Hoseok was halfway balls deep as he tilted Yoongi’s head back again to meet his lips.
“Don’t ignore our guest, Yoongi…” Hoseok was stern on the way he spoke, using that time to fully submerge his length in. Yoongi groaned, gripping the sheets as he suddenly looked embarrassed when he met your eyes. He turned his head the other way, hiding his embarrassment as he couldn’t keep eye contact.
“Now, now, Yoongi. Don’t you think that’s…” Hoseok’s hand came down on Yoongi’s ass. “Rude?” He rubbed the red skin soothingly as he nudged Yoongi’s head back to your eyes. When he didn’t get a response out of his fiancé, he gave a few thrusts, causing Yoongi to squirm and whine.
“Hmm? Why aren’t you answering, love?”
“Mm sorry…” He apologized, unbuttoning your pants and undergarments, sliding it down your legs.
He stared, bringing and dipping a finger between your folds. You squirmed as he barely made it halfway in.
“Wow…” He marveled. “Hoseok, she’s so wet already.”
“Oh really?” He teased, looking over the shoulder of his fiancé. “I think you should treat her as a way to apologize.”
Without hesitation, he dipped his head in between your legs, working his tongue. A blissful feeling overcame your body as Yoongi ate you out without tomorrow. You squeezed your eyes closed as you grabbed and pulled on his hair. You whimpered as his tongue worked deeper and deeper, wet sounds echoing throughout the room. However, the pleasurable feeling was cut short as Yoongi faltered. The loud sound of Hoseok’s hips connecting with Yoongi’s ass rang in your ears as your eyes shot open.
“Ahh! Hoseok!” Yoongi cried out, his mouth losing concentration. He brought his hand to push back Hoseok’s hips to which Hoseok only roughly grabbed.
“Aww, how cute.” Hoseok spit, pulling Yoongi further onto him.
Yoongi brought his spare right hand up to his mouth as he muffled his moans, trying to hide his very weak resistance. You watched with wide eyes as Hoseok completely dominated Yoongi, taking control of the director’s movements. This Hoseok scared you. His angelic and soft office persona contrasted his sexual drive in bed. He was truly a demon.
“Nonono, we’re not having that.” Hoseok hissed, prying Yoongi’s hands away from his mouth. “I’m hearing everything I give you. And I bet y/n wants to hear it too. Y/n, look at how adorable and submissive the director is. Is this what you envisioned him to be?” He laughed darkly as he slammed into Yoongi.
“F-fuck! Ahhhh…” Yoongi panted, his head falling onto the pillows and upper body giving out. You couldn’t help the arousing feeling that dripped out between your legs as you watched Hoseok completely wreck Yoongi.
“Is… Does this usually happen?” You whispered, the breath taken out of you.
“S-shut up…” Yoongi grit, as he struggled to pull himself back up with his weak arms. His pride wouldn't let him just sit there and be quiet.
Hoseok hit his ass again, a sting radiating over Yoongi’s body as he yelped in pain.
“Don’t be rude to y/n. You’re my good boy, right? Now act like one.”
With that, Yoongi cried out as Hoseok’s right hand reached for his dick. His hand gave long strokes as he jerked Yoongi off.
“H-hoseok!! I… P-please! AH!” He pleaded as tears welled up in the corner of his eyes. The stimulation was too much for his poor body.
“Shhhhhhh.” Hoseok hushed, not stopping his actions. “Shit… You’re still so tight… How in the actual hell... Even after all the times I-” He trailed off, Yoongi’s cries like music to his ears.
Hoseok’s deep thrusts combined with his jerk-off was too much as Yoongi was edged to oblivion. Yoongi convulsed and squirmed in his hold, struggling to tolerate the unbearable pleasure. However, Hoseok let go as he put both hands on Yoongi’s hips, driving to his own high.
“C-coming…” Hoseok stuttered, his hips following with him. Hot liquid spilled inside Yoongi as Hoseok squeezed his eyes shut. Your eyes never left the pair as you watched in amazement. Yoongi’s hair was a mess as it completely covered his eyes. Hoseok was out of breath as he stayed inside for a few more seconds before watching as the white liquid spilled out.
“Sorry about that, y/n. We didn’t mean to make you feel neglected.” Hoseok panted out, sweat rolling down his skin.
“Nono, I didn’t even feel that way. I was too… enthralled by… wow.” You replied, still in disbelief how Yoongi’s small and frail body handled that session.
“Y/n, come over here,” Yoongi ordered. You jumped but crawled over, sitting on your knees obediently. “Cute…” He murmured, running his hand through your hair. You felt your cheeks heat up by his compliment and touch. Was he always this sweet?
“Are you okay with this?” He asked, his eyes holding a fierce determination.
“Y-yes, I am.” You nodded.
Even though Yoongi was the biggest sub to Hoseok a moment ago, he still possessed an intimidating presence around you. You couldn’t help but bow down to him.
“On all fours.”
You obeyed.
“Stick your ass out a bit more.”
You listened.
Yoongi lined himself up at your entrance, observing your stiff body.
“Y/n, breathe. I won’t be rough in the beginning.”
You relaxed your muscles, taking a deep breath as Hoseok sat in front of you, patting the top of your head. He connected your lips as Yoongi slowly pushed in. The stretch hurt, but Hoseok made it his goal to distract you from the pain. He left soft kisses all over your skin as you took Yoongi in.
“Look at you… Such a good girl.” Hoseok praised, ruffling your hair.
A moan left your lips as Yoongi sank back in and out. After a few minutes of passive kissing and slow thrusts, you no longer felt the pain.
“I’m okay now…”
“Are you sure, angel? We have all the time in the world.” Hoseok spoke softly.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” You whispered.
Yoongi began a steady pace as you both groaned together. Hoseok watched as two people he cared about pleasured themselves. The innocent look on your face made his mouth water.
Over time, Yoongi’s pace got more intense, until you let out a cry during a particular thrust. Both of the men’s gaze darkened as they stared at you. Yoongi’s hands kneaded your ass as Hoseok no longer had an angelic smile on his face.
You shuddered as Yoongi’s pace completely flipped. He pulled you onto him, fully sinking you onto his length. You whined as you gripped the bed sheets, your body meeting his thrusts.
“A-ah!” You yelped as he grabbed a bundle of your hair and pulled you back. He could no longer hold back, setting a rough pace.
“Yoongi, go harder,” Hoseok commanded.
Upon hearing those words, Yoongi slammed back into you, earning a delicious whine from your lips. Your legs shook and trembled as Yoongi tightly held onto your hips, guiding you the entire way. Hoseok sat in front of you, gently stroking your hair as he watched every heavenly expression you gave out.
You clawed at Hoseok’s legs, looking for anything, any leverage. Hoseok smirked as he stared at your pathetic and desperate figure. From the way you had tears welling in your eyes to the loud gasps each time Yoongi had smacked your ass.
“S-shit…” Yoongi cursed, tilting his head back as he lost himself in pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful, y/n. Look at you. You’re doing so well.” Hoseok praised as you leaned your head on top of his thighs.
You cried out every time Yoongi connected his hips with yours, filling you with sheer pleasure as your mouth hung open. His rhythm was steady and rough as he kept his consistency. The grip on your hips was like a vice, knowing full well that bruises were going to form the next morning.
“H-hoseok, I think-” Yoongi muttered, increasing his pace and pushing his body more and more against yours. “S-shit!! Ahh, I can’t-” Yoongi cried out, sweat rolling down his forehead as you tightened too much around him. Yoongi trembled and he finally came inside you, panting as he stayed in for minutes. A euphoric rush overcame him as he slipped out and fell face first on the covers only for Hoseok to push him out of the way and flip you over until you were on your back.
Hoseok pulled your legs apart as he watched cum spill out and onto the clean silk sheets. You, on the other hand, were harshly breathing in and out, hoping to catch a break. Hoseok grinned, his ears delighted to hear the moan that escaped your lips as he pushed in.
“Do you think you can take me?” Hoseok taunted, brushing the hair that stuck onto your face.
“I-I… What do you… mean?” You took labored breaths, feeling extremely filled.
“Do you want me to hold back, y/n?” Hoseok sweetly cooed, staring directly into your eyes. “I can hold back if you need a break, love.”
You shook your head. “No… I can… I think I can, Hoseok…” Your voice trailed off as you prepared yourself for the man in front of you.
“You’re so good to me, angel~” Hoseok cooed again before violently snapping his hips harshly. LIke a flip of a switch, his whole demeanor changed as he roughly slammed into you.
“Fuck!” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as you gripped the sheets on both sides of you. “H-hoseok! Ah! W-wait! Wait! Ah!”
“Goddamn, you sound so good,” Hoseok growled as he hovered over top of you. You shuddered, feeling another touch on your skin. Yoongi gently stroked your cheek as he stared down at your lust filled face.
“Look at how good she looks, Hoseok.” Yoongi slurred, watching intently every time Hoseok moved. “I bet she wants you to ruin her.”
“N-no. T-this is f-fine. No… more than this.” You choked out, the intense pleasure blurring all line of thought.
Hoseok let out a devilish smirk as he grabbed your hips, only to push you down on him harder. You cried out, your body shaking as you twisted and bundled the sheets beneath you.
With your half-lidded eyes, you stared up at Hoseok, his face contorted in a serious expression as he focused on delivering the most pleasurable experience. His body was hot and sweaty as his lean muscles flexed every time he adjusted his grip on you.
As Hoseok slowed down for a bit, you pushed your legs back together in hopes of relieving the aching feeling between your legs. You rolled over onto your side, both of your legs fully shut and on top of each other. Hoseok tsked, grabbing ahold on of your right leg, prying it open and exposing it back up.
“Don’t fucking close them.” He seethed, immediately pushing his length back in. You let out a high cry as Hoseok realigned himself, his arms holding your legs apart.
“Where is it…” He grit, plunging back into you in several directions. “Where…”
“H-hoseok, what are y-you…” You whined, looking up to only see his eyes concentrated on your legs. Hoseok thrusted roughly back again, causing a surprising yelp out from your lips. You instinctively covered your mouth with two hands as Hoseok smirked.
“Found it…” He mumbled as he repeatedly hit the same spot over and over again. Yoongi wrestled with your hands as he pulled them off from your mouth to hear your beautiful cries of pleasure.
“Now be a good girl and take it, okay? We know you can. You’re such a strong girl.” Yoongi murmured into your ear as you lost the ability to form coherent words. Every time Hoseok hit your sweet spot, an indescribable shock was sent down your spine as your legs quivered. The snap of his hips was quick as he reached your g-spot almost effortlessly every time.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Hoseok let out a string of curses as he buried himself even deeper. He gave you every single precious inch as he tried to outdo himself. “She’s… Fuck! Don’t do that… Ah, shit. Shit! I’m not going to last-” Hoseok’s voice trailed off as he fell on top of you, his lips right next to your ear.
“A-are you going to cum, y/n?” Hoseok groaned into your ear, his pace unrelenting as you squirmed and moaned.
You gave him a small nod of your head as he kissed your cheek. “O-okay…” He stuttered. “Let’s f-finish then.”
With a few more thrusts, you came, tightening around Hoseok’s length as he groaned. His pace lost its precision as he erratically pushed in. Seconds later, Hoseok released his sticky and warm cum all over, immediately spilling out as he sat up. Yoongi gave him a grin as they both stared at your fucked expression. Your hair stuck to your face as your eyes shut closed, completely exhausted.
“C’mon angel, there’s one more thing left.” Yoongi kissed the top of your forehead as you slowly opened your eyes back up. Hoseok looked divine and golden. From the way his hair parted to how it stuck to his forehead, it was too beautiful for your eyes. His toned chest and stomach suddenly made you feel much smaller than you previously felt before.
Hoseok brought his lips to yours, softly connecting them as he tasted the inside of your mouth. As he separated from you, he reached behind you to kiss Yoongi. Hoseok’s body toppled over you as he roughly dragged Yoongi closer to him. Yoongi let out a yelp before Hoseok crushed his lips again, diving his tongue straight into the cavern of his mouth.
“I love you, Yoon.” Hoseok smiled sweetly, nudging his forehead before breaking into a contagious giggle. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile himself as they both interlocked left hands, their rings matching.
“Let’s clean her up and then rest.” Yoongi proposed, his eyes grazing your sleeping figure. Hoseok nodded along, their eyes staring lovingly at their new partner, a new beginning with an addition to their family.
Hoseok and Yoongi curled on each side of you, a warm blanket overtop them as they huddled as close as possible to your body.
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As morning peeked in from the curtains, you shuffled in the bed, grabbing hold onto the sheets. Your arm laid on a toned chest and your back pushed against another chest. You slowly sat up, rubbing your blurry eyes, An arm from behind you pulled you back down, giggling in your ear.
“Mmm, good morning, y/n,” Hoseok whispered, his voice hoarse. As you stared at him, you couldn’t help but gawk at his good looks despite just waking up. His hair was a mess yet it parted on top of his forehead beautifully. His hoarse voice sent tingles down your body as you leaned into his embrace.
“Good morning, Hoseok.” You murmured, earning a kiss on the neck.
You yelped as you felt another pull behind you. As you turned your head, you were greeted with a poof of hair coming from Yoongi’s head. He had a scowl on his face as he nudged his face into your neck.
“Don’t hog her all for yourself…” He mumbled, his voice much lower than how he regularly spoke.
“Are your voices okay?” You asked, concern lacing your voice.
“They’re alright, y/n. I think it’s just cause we never got that vocal before…At least for me.” Hoseok winked teasingly.
You hid your face in your palms, your whole body heating up. The more you thought about the night before, you couldn’t help but be embarrassed. You just slept with your company’s director and manager, who were married to each other. There was something in you that couldn’t get over that. However, both men let out protests as they clawed at your hands.
“Don’t hide your beautiful face, y/n~” Hoseok whined, trying to pull your hand off.
“Let me see youuu…” Yoongi pouted, his chin resting on your shoulder.
They both tickled your sides as you squirmed around to which they immediately pried your hands off.
“Victory is!” Hoseok shouted.
“Ours!” Yoongi chirped, even getting himself excited.
The two boys rested their heads on each side of your bare body, leaving small kisses over your skin. You brushed through Hoseok’s hair as he dove straight from your neck and shoulder.
“...Love you…” You heard them mumble as their kisses became more heavy and rough.
You felt Yoongi’s hand grip your chin, turning you to face him. He connected his lips with you sloppily as saliva spilled down the side of your lips. His lips tasted of rich lavender and a hint of peach. Hoseok intertwined both of your legs together, marking your skin.
Both men squeezed each one of your hands three times as they sighed in bliss.
“Why’d you squeeze it three times?” You asked, looking back at your hand.
“It’s our secret message to each other,” Yoongi mumbled, turning over to face you.
“What does it mean?” You asked as both Yoongi nudged his head on your chest.
Hoseok kissed the top of your forehead and then your cheek.
“It means, ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you.’”
Your cheeks heated up as you hid your face into the pillow. Hoseok only stared warmly at you.
“You’re the one for us, y/n. We’ll figure things out in the end. Let’s just enjoy the ride. Together~”
